Lord: Harvest two talented teenagers at the beginning

After watching the two leave, Isolde shook off the dust on her wizard robe and walked towards the command center with a bitter look on her face.

Outside the floating base, Weilin looked at Claire, opened his arms, and walked forward to give him a hug.

"Claire, I haven't seen you for ten years. I miss you so much."

"Weilin, long time no see."

With a sincere smile on his face, Claire turned sideways, pulled Italia over, and introduced her enthusiastically: "Welin, this is my wife Italia, you should have met her."

"Velin, nice to meet you."

"Yi..."

Weilin was about to speak, but his wife beat him to the punch.

"Sister Italia, long time no see."

Xuemiya came to Weilin with a gentle smile on her face, smoothed a strand of silver hair from her forehead behind her ear, and greeted him softly.

Italia looked natural and said, "Xemia, we haven't seen each other for thirty years."

"Sister Italia, it has been thirty-two years." Xuemiya responded with a smile, "We meet again and you are married. It's a pity that your husband's strength is not that good."

"Really?" Italia replied with a forced smile, "Claire looks weak, but he's easy to deal with."

Claire, who was standing aside, looked very embarrassed when he heard what his wife said, but what Italia said was the truth and he couldn't refute it.

Weilin glanced at his good brother, then at Italia, and finally turned back to look at his wife, with a strong curiosity burning in his heart.

Xuemiya stared at Weilin. Having slept in the same bed with him for many years, how could she not know what her husband was thinking?

Two women, one drama. Before long, Italia and Xuemia became as close as sisters, which made Weilin feel puzzled.

Since you two have been bickering like this, shouldn't you have a fight?

As for Claire, he was already accustomed to it. He had seen this scene no less than ten times.

It would be fine if he won the argument, but if he lost, he would have a hard time that night.

Thinking of this, Claire couldn't help but envy Weilin. If their identities were exchanged, he would not be willing to do so.

"See?"

Claire Shanshan came back to her senses and said with a smile: "Nothing, I was just thinking about where to go for fun later."

"Let's go to the manor you first took me to when I came to the capital."

"Okay, let's go there."

Claire nodded and responded.

Italia, who was talking to Xuemia, heard Claire's words, turned around and glared at him, but did not object.

She could see that her sister was obedient to her husband, so in order to avoid unhappiness on both sides, she had to let Claire indulge her a little.

Led by Claire, a frequent visitor, the four came to Flower Poetry Manor.

Holding Italia's right hand, Xuemiya looked at the layout of the manor and asked curiously, "Sister Italia, where is this place?"

"A holy place for dating." Italia said with disdain on her face.

Meeting his wife's eyes, Claire looked somewhat helpless. This was clearly a normal manor for making friends, but when Italia spoke of it, it sounded like a vulgar musical theater.

Hearing this, Xuemiya covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

Having to deal with such a strong sister, Claire, the distant cousin, is in big trouble.

"Claire, why are you here?" A young man came towards them and looked at Claire with a look of surprise on his face.

"Babula, do you want to fight?" Claire invited with a smile.

Seeing this, the young man shook his head and refused, "Claire, not today. My grandfather sent someone to inform me to go back. Let's talk about it another day."

"Okay." Claire replied with some regret.

As he passed by Weilin, Babra whispered, "See you next time, Weilin."

"can."

I thought this guy, who I had met once, had forgotten me, but I didn't expect he still remembered me.

After Babula left, Weilin asked for a courtyard from the still charming Madam Hua, ordered some tea, fruits and snacks, and told the maid to come up quickly.

Entering a quiet courtyard, Weilin went straight to a rattan chair and lay down comfortably.

Italia looked at Weilin's actions and asked quietly, "Is your husband like this every day?"

Hearing this, Xuemiya replied in a low voice: "Sister Italia, Weilin is indeed like this at ordinary times, but under Kyle's supervision, he has been practicing very hard."

"That's it!"

The two women sat down aside and began to talk about the past in a low voice, laughing like silver bells from time to time.

Claire, who was active by nature, looked at Weilin who looked relaxed and asked, "How about we have a sparring match?"

Weilin sat up and used his combat skill [Qingmu-Faceless Clone] to condense a golden intermediate-level faceless clone. He said, "You fight him. If I come and can't stop, you will have to stay in bed for a few months."

Feeling the faceless knight in front of him, Claire nodded, then picked out a knight's sword and came to the center of the duel arena.

When the faceless clone entered the duel arena, a magic shield rose up, covering both the man and the clone.

Weilin was enjoying the battle between the man and his clone while enjoying fruits, feeling very relaxed and contented.

Three days later, at the entrance of the floating base, Weilin said goodbye to Claire with a melancholy look on his face.

"Good brother, see you next time."

Claire hugged Weilin and said reluctantly, "Weilin, take care of yourself."

“Hahaha, I will. I will practice hard. I don’t want to see the day when you can’t witness me becoming a legend.” Weilin patted Claire on the back and teased with a smile.

Claire let go of Weilin, blinked, and said with a smile: "Although I don't think I'm a genius, I can still live to see you become a legend."

"That's a deal we've made."

On the other side, Italia and Xuemia ended their conversation and waved goodbye.

At the entrance, Claire and Italia stood side by side, watching Weilin and Xuemia leave.

"Claire, I allow you to go to Flower Poetry Manor once a month."

Hearing Italia's words, Claire turned his head and looked at her in disbelief.

"Why, looking at the state you're in, why don't you just forget it?" Italia folded her arms across her chest and snorted coldly.

"Hey, Italia, I knew you were the best to me."

"Hehe, don't you see who I am?"

At this moment, Secretary Isolde, who had just finished her three-day duty, just walked to the entrance of the floating base and saw this hateful "couple". Seeing that the two did not notice her, she quietly retreated and prepared to go home later to avoid being conscripted again.